I could have written this poem myself.
It’s a reoccurring dream I have.
I know that it is real.
I know that it happened.
But it lives now only in memory.
Always bringing a smile to my face.
I try not to think about this dream.
Though it reminds me of a happier time, a beautiful moment;
It also reminds me that the moment has passed.
I’m in a different time,
a different place,
under different circumstances.
I will always love and cherish this dream.
I will remember the kisses.
I will always fear it.
Till next time,